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I was born in 1847 on a small farm in what would one day become southern Kansas. My early years were marred by several bouts of a strange illness that manifested in a high fever and intense visions. At the age of eleven, I was found sitting alone at the center of a massive crater that had wiped out nearly 400 square miles of rich farmland. The “incident” as it was known, was rarely spoken of again.
Exactly one year later, I slipped into a deep catatonic state, only to awaken in 1982, not having aged a day. My childhood was filled with the usual antics and misadventures; fishing at the local watering hole, catching fireflies in mason jars, and hunting vampires.
Today, most of my time is spent reading, creating art and preparing for the inevitable zombie uprising.